Chapter 41

The next morning at Rosewood Residence, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow across the soft king-size bed. Callum opened his eyes. He sat up, rubbing his temples, a lingering weariness still etched into his expression. After a hot shower and slipping into a perfectly tailored black suit, he descended the spiral staircase and stepped into the living room. Whatever sadness that had clung to him the night before was gone. In its place was his usual commanding presence—sharp eyes, a tight jawline, and a cold, untouchable air that radiated authority. He was once again the CEO of Ford Group, confident and fully in control. Julian was already waiting. The moment Callum appeared, he greeted him respectfully. "Good morning, Mr. Ford." Callum gave a slight nod in response. Without a word, he walked to the dining table in long strides, steady and unhurried. He picked up a glass of milk and took two gulps. The cold liquid slid down his throat, clearin